"Be careful!" Yan Long, who was walking in the front, hurriedly stepped back, and the four of them all retracted into the room at once.

"Ancestor, we want to get out of here, don't embarrass us!" the wild dragon standing with his back against the wall roared, "We will definitely take the flying dragon away, if you stop us, we are welcome!"

"Huh, you're welcome?" Sanben Zhenxiong's old face turned sideways, and he said indifferently, "You are trained by me, just because you want to be unkind to me?" obediently hand over the flying dragon, and then deal with Li Huan and them who will come over later, or I will kill you!"

Mimoto Zhenxiong is already a handful of years, but his temper is still very good.

"Ancestor, you know our strength, if you really want to die, try it!" Menlong roared, and his pistol was in his hand.

"Haha, of course I know your strength!" "Mimoto Zhenxiong laughed loudly and said arrogantly, "If you have a sniper rifle in your hand, I will be afraid of you, I will train you single-handedly, I will know the weaknesses of each of you, I will give you one last chance, don't be stupid!"

Sanben Zhenxiong is right, he is very characteristic of each of the Cold Moon Four Dragons, and the Cold Moon Four Dragons are best at sniping, not pistol battles.

Mimoto Zhenxiong is very old, but he has not pulled down his training over the years, and he is still full of confidence at this time. And he was really angry, just now Shang Yichen said that he would no longer be a person of Leng Yue in the future, and now the three dragons of Leng Yue here are going to turn against the water, he really has nothing, and he has nothing before Li Huan arrives.

The four dragons of the cold moon were determined to leave, but they hadn't done it yet. Furious, Mimoto couldn't take it anymore and yelled and shot wildly.

The bullet hit the wall with a dull sound, and Mimoto Zhenxiong had to deal with the cold moon four dragons who were once the most awesome under his command alone.

"!"

The mad dragon cursed, pulled out his gun and shot twice at the outside, but Mimoto was already hiding behind a concrete pillar.

The four of Leng Yue fought side by side again, and they were still dealing with the ancestor Sanben Zhenxiong, who had trained them single-handedly.

The people on both sides began to fight, but the four dragons of the cold moon were not stained, and the wyvern did not have a gun in his hand. The other three had to shoot outside from time to time, but none of the bullets could help Mimoto Zheno.

The bullets are fired at each other, and each shot fired is one less. All of them are good at shooting and stealing, and no one can hurt anyone for a while.

Feilong became extremely anxious at this time, he knew that Li Huan was coming, and he had to flee early. And at this time, Sanbon Zhenxiong killed himself, and the half-blood killer will definitely come to help, they are not Shang Yichen's opponents, and the flying dragon doesn't know that Shang Yichen has left.

"I'm coming!"

The flying dragon suddenly sprang out like a spirit snake, snatched the gun from the dragon's hand, and rolled on the ground outside the door.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two gunshots rang out one after the other, and the wyvern was shot by Mimoto Zhenxiong and rolled on the ground in pain, and Mimoto Zhenxiong had already fallen to the ground.

The wyvern just came out with a horizontal sound, and then quickly rolled on the ground. Mimoto Zhenxiong took advantage of the cover of the cement pillar to shoot without hesitation, and he originally aimed at the head of the wyvern, but the wyvern rolled a little, and as a result, it concentrated on the wyvern's shoulder.

As soon as the flying dragon's body rolled, Mimoto Zhenxiong's head hidden behind the pillar entered his field of vision. He flicked the pistol without hesitation, and the bullet flew in an arc and shot through Mimoto Kioshio's head.

"Wyvern!"

The dragons immediately rushed out and picked up the injured dragons. The Wyvern had a wound on one of his hands, but now he was shot in the shoulder.

Mimoto Zhenxiong, the founder of the Cold Moon Killer Organization, died like this, at the hands of his most proud protégé. As the saying goes, boxers are afraid of being young, and guns are the same, and Mimoto Zhenxiong is still old in the end.

And the most important point is that the current flying dragon is no longer the flying dragon of ten years ago, and Mimoto Zhenxiong understands the characteristics and weaknesses of the other three dragons, but he doesn't know that the flying dragon has changed dramatically now.

Because after ten years of training in Dixiong, Wyvern has far more opportunities to use a pistol than a sniper rifle, and his pistol engagement ability is completely better than before.

Mimoto is dead, and before he can see the person he wants to kill the most, he dies.

"Let's go!"

The flying dragon covered the wound, shook his head in pain, and said to the other three dragons.

"Well, you have to go to the hospital!" Yan Long helped Feilong, and the three of them took Feilong to a car, and then left quickly.

At this time, Shang Yichen went out and didn't come back, and Li Huan and they were still on their way here, and there was nothing in Sakura Valley except for the corpse of an old man.

None of the four dragons of Cold Moon felt sympathy for Mimoto Zhenxiong, because it was a pervert who had been worn out of humanity in the war, even though he had raised them for twenty years.

The Wyvern came to destroy the entire Cold Moon this time, but saved the three most familiar companions here, and the fate of the Four Dragons of the Cold Moon was completely derailed today, and they will embark on a new path.

Wyvern was sent to a private hospital by Yanlong and the others had the best doctors in Japan, but no one would hand over the prisoner who had been shot.

"No, I have to contact Brother Huan first!" The wyvern roared anxiously, blood trickling down his shoulder.

"Wyvern, you need surgery!" Doordragon tore open his clothes and tied Wyvern's arm.

"Where's the phone, where's my phone?" Feilong hurriedly fumbled around his body, finally found the phone, and then immediately called Li Huan.

But Li Huan's mobile phone couldn't get through at all, Feilong forgot that this is Japan, and the China Mobile used by Li Huan is no longer powerful. And Li Huan's new Japanese Wyvern didn't know at all, and he wouldn't be able to find Li Huan for a while.

Feilong, who was sweating in a hurry, continued to call, he knew that Li Huan was on the way, and the half-blood killer was not dead, and he didn't want Li Huan and Shang Yiji to run into him. If Li Huan and their monk Yichen meet, it will be an inevitable battle.

Feilong made a lot of calls, and finally found Li Huan's number through Ren Kun in China.

"Brother Huan, it's me!" said Feilong, who almost didn't cry, excitedly.

"Is it really you?" Li Huan stopped being a flying dragon and said happily, "You wait for me, I will come to save you immediately!"

"Brother Huan, I've escaped, you don't have to look for me!" said the flying dragon quickly.

"You're out?" Li Huan was even more pleasantly surprised, nothing made Li Huan happier than this news. But at this time, Li Huan had already arrived at the address given to him by Sanben Zhenxiong, and there was already Sakura Valley in front of him, "I have already arrived at Sakura Valley, where are you?"

"What, you're here?" said the flying dragon with beads of sweat on his forehead, "You leave quickly, there's a super master over there in Sakura Valley!"

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"It's coming!"

At this time, the two killers in Sakura Valley had already set up their sniper rifles, and they had to start aiming at the Humvee that was slowly driving in.

There were three people in the car, Li Huan, Xu Yunlong, and Su Xiaoyu.

"Xiaoyu, stop!" Xu Yunlong's expression was solemn, and Su Xiaoyu, who was driving, stopped.

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